Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the stairs,

Henry with a hint of fear

patted his head, assuring gently, “I am your

relaxed,

into the

into the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom and

“You’re afraid now?”

way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke.

he gently stepped on

later, the car slowly pulled into the mansion’s grand

to disturb Crystal for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the

stairwell, she saw Henry holding

froze for

Berthold sleep with Skyler

Crystal nodded.

she ascended the staircase again, she opened the door

in his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny

too soft, or the day had been too long, for the

just a sliver, her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over,

finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their

heart soften

and patted Berthold. “This child takes

aback, wore her guilt on

spoke in a tender voice. “You must have figured out who the old

came out more

softly, “Don’t let the children hear you. We’ll talk

shot her a fierce

“Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I had nothing to do with

eased the tense look

hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head to

Crystal agreed with a

addressed. Yet, when faced

am I to do? After all, I am

guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks for

about to step out, Melora

of emotion washed

she reassured, “You should have

out in

prepare something for us to eat. You take a

Melora nodded.

By the time everything was ready,

the kind where the vibrant colors were

Crystal noticed.

and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and

sat down and began

before, she was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop

kept her

filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now… I’ve nearly forgotten

she

their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like

However, they were swept away by the winds

would spot him in the newspaper. He was still the dignified and spirited.

radiance. Moreover, the passage of time had tamed

brother will, after all, need to vent his anger.

girl

settling Melora in, Crystal went to see Henry in

door of the study. The room was dim, save for a single wall lamp that

behind the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of

behind her, walked to the window, and cracked it

murmured, “You’re smoking too much!

watched her in

night, as Crystal voluntarily approached

cigarette and leaned into

going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those

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